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Poems
DRIFTING TOGETHER
Under the stars of a summer night,
In a land of dreams, in the long ago,
We floated away in a shallop, white
As the robe she wore in the silvery glow.
And over her lips, with their dainty curve,
A sweet song rippled, of days gone by,—
Of a brave true knight, who had sworn to serve
His Lady, by deeds of purpose high.
A rose that seemed but a sleeping star,
Was caught in the mesh of her waving hair;
And naught in the picture was there to mar,
For oh! my lady was wond'rous fair,
As idly we drifted together.
In a land of dreams, in the long ago,
We floated away in a shallop, white
As the robe she wore in the silvery glow.
And over her lips, with their dainty curve,
A sweet song rippled, of days gone by,—
Of a brave true knight, who had sworn to serve
His Lady, by deeds of purpose high.
A rose that seemed but a sleeping star,
Was caught in the mesh of her waving hair;
And naught in the picture was there to mar,
For oh! my lady was wond'rous fair,
As idly we drifted together.
'Twas a fairy stream, and the god of love
Guided our boat, with his hand on the helm;
And the echoes laughed from the hills above,
As we floated on to his rosy realm.
And over my heart, as I watched her there,
Came thoughts of the great deeds yet to do,
If only the hand of my lady fair
Would rest in mine, and so keep me true.
Guided our boat, with his hand on the helm;
And the echoes laughed from the hills above,
As we floated on to his rosy realm.
And over my heart, as I watched her there,
Came thoughts of the great deeds yet to do,
If only the hand of my lady fair
Would rest in mine, and so keep me true.
